i
today is a day that marks a before and a
then for me
today I’m going to open my heart
to transmit my learning and what
that today I understand is my legacy of life
this is my story
in the area of the 2010 severe crisis
financial in my country venezuela
and now vice president of one of the
banks involved in that crisis
in the research process they call
declare several of the employees of
those banks
the night they take me
for this process there was no such taking of
statement or testimony that nobody
listen
that night left me without any arrest or
rather kidnapped
that make you prey while being innocent in a
country like mine unfortunately today is
something common
in my case without political reasons
apparent because it has never been political
there was no kind of reason or
right to justify the order of my
imprisonment
that brutal injustice marks the beginning of
my personal break
rage in every way levels of
rage that I did not know myself
The only thing I wanted to know was whose it was
the fault that
in a first period by ego my
wrong sense of the power of money and
for the false belief that a dictatorship
and certain things that for human rights
could not happen
they took me to develop a veronica
strong very strong cold calculator
unbreakable resistant
a character that everyone believed
because I believed it
but being prey the days
began to elapse
however, by my own choice I
I decided to stop the time
The days will be discussed, it will begin with
turn nights and nights into more
nights
I turned off I stopped seeing the light
but a basement three meters underground
four bars at least
I smelled the juice
I smelled a lot of tears mixed with
fear
there were cells like in the movies but
there were also rooms
many intimidating men only two
women and a lot of fear
then I started living that as
I understood that they had to live
prisoners well victims I rejecting me
mistreating me by blaming myself and that
another character develop it
excellently good much loss of
chronic insomnia weight addiction
drugs
severe depression isolation
that the whole circumstance seemed to be
justified that I was like this without
doubt
it seemed that everything was justified even
be almost dead
until I try
we make of external reality what
it is our inner reality so dark
let’s be inside and that’s how dark it is
will convert everything
It seemed that the veronica had not
it was enough to see death so
close so many times it seemed to make me
missing more it seemed like I need
die
Until then my daughters
they represented my only inner strength
eye, they are my main source of
inspiration that is different
I do not know at what level of consciousness I
I found
but try it
in venezuela you can get everything
type of drugs within prisons
and all kinds of things
That night I took many pills
mixed with alcohol
I am not able to remember the amounts
The next thing I remember is seeing me
vomiting alone on a cot that does not
He appeared in a dying bed trying
that my voice would come out to ask for help
when I realized I had many
people around me telling me but
resist that these salts
and when I realized that I was still alive
I only had one sentence pierce my soul
I saved myself
That night I understood that neither for my daughters
or by anyone I survived that
night I understood that it would improve to that
verónica to which the voice veered
where I did not have to ask for help to that
veronica that I wanted to live while still
dam
and like somehow tonight
he was born again
I started doing it feeling very
little girl forced me to eat twice at
day I started reading reading amount
enriching I received all the advice
that they gave me like yoga meditation
I started doing physical exercise I started
to recover because I wanted to live
however, it was very difficult for me
I felt like an iron ball in my
feet that I weighed a lot
I could not understand how I was
beginning to feel good while being prey
I had like a conflict in my mind
I had to live that as prey and
dead or dam and alive
There was something that did not fit me
until I saw
we are the main saboteurs of
ourselves although we insist on
see the reasons for this in others
in this prison where I was there was no
mirrors nowhere according to me
so when people told me
you have lost a lot of weight your hair no longer
it’s the same
your skin looks gray to me all that
I totally did not have any place to see me
I only had a small mirror of
makeup that he used the days of
visits
One day I ask my custodians to tell me
they will give three more minutes of
Regulatory in the bathroom
how I felt that I had a privilege
Well, I decided to remind myself of my habits
feminine and when I’m going to place my
face cream I automatically search
where to look
and he told me
[Music]
what I saw was a sordid image
horrific I opened my eyes a lot for
understand who was that veronica that
I was in that mirror did not recognize me
as it was possible that I had come to
that state that was not the veronica of
that night of imminent death that
the voice came out to ask for help
I cried a lot after that meeting
with that mirror
whole weeks weeks maybe
but the tears began to dry
since I did not want to cry anymore in this life
and those who surrender and who follow me
I was tired of being exhausted
how to be dead
and then I started to recover
I really started to recover the illusion
I started making music listening
all hour all the time still today what
I make
Regain my sense of humor
It was I who encouraged my family to
keep going so do not try to follow
unlocking a situation that from the
one day we had to live
I started talking with my classmates
by that time they were not prisoners and
criminals for me
and if those people needed me a
I embrace a gesture a caress I was
there to give them makes me feel good to me
I set targets in the day and if the
I was celebrating I was feeling good
with myself I could even understand when
It was day and when it was night
start to recover the sleep habit
we must be able to see ourselves in our
own mirror again and again the times
that we need until we meet up
find that version of ourselves
where everything flows and nothing stops us
one year and eight months later than for me
they were like 10
where I missed a good part of the life of
my daughters
I receive my mother’s call
says daughter you are free today returns home
I could not understand how it was that I
I had disconnected from everything that
was out of me even the trial
when he hangs up that call with tears
in my eyes he whispered to me I am
free
I already know basement for me it did not represent a
jail
and I felt scared to get out of there and go back
to my house you know why because that house
and that environment that screams so much that
they had wronged unjustly
represented for me my true
bars my real wife
I went back to my house and I stayed in prison with
police custody 24 hours a year and
three more months
but there is no time was everything to me
I wanted to eat it
I started living my life
still being prey
I had to be prey to feel free
to live my own life without caring
the others I had to be prey for
feel free to put me first
own life to feel free to feel the
proud of having collapsed my own
mental bars feel free of
forgive every blow
every torture every threat and those that I
I made myself feel free of
to fall in love with myself just
From there I could understand why I was
to be prey
I was always free only
I was prey
I made a day so you do not loose that
mirror and you can tear down your own
mental bars freedom is your
greater value and is within you not
you rest until you find many
Thank you
[Applause]
today is a day that marks a before and a
then for me
today I’m going to open my heart
to transmit my learning and what
that today I understand is my legacy of life
this is my story
in the area of the 2010 severe crisis
financial in my country venezuela
and now vice president of one of the
banks involved in that crisis
in the research process they call
declare several of the employees of
those banks
the night they take me
for this process there was no such taking of
statement or testimony that nobody
listen
that night left me without any arrest or
rather kidnapped
that make you prey while being innocent in a
country like mine unfortunately today is
something common
in my case without political reasons
apparent because it has never been political
there was no kind of reason or
right to justify the order of my
imprisonment
that brutal injustice marks the beginning of
my personal break
rage in every way levels of
rage that I did not know myself
The only thing I wanted to know was whose it was
the fault that
in a first period by ego my
wrong sense of the power of money and
for the false belief that a dictatorship
and certain things that for human rights
could not happen
they took me to develop a veronica
strong very strong cold calculator
unbreakable resistant
a character that everyone believed
because I believed it
but being prey the days
began to elapse
however, by my own choice I
I decided to stop the time
The days will be discussed, it will begin with
turn nights and nights into more
nights
I turned off I stopped seeing the light
but a basement three meters underground
four bars at least
I smelled the juice
I smelled a lot of tears mixed with
fear
there were cells like in the movies but
there were also rooms
many intimidating men only two
women and a lot of fear
then I started living that as
I understood that they had to live
prisoners well victims I rejecting me
mistreating me by blaming myself and that
another character develop it
excellently good much loss of
chronic insomnia weight addiction
drugs
severe depression isolation
that the whole circumstance seemed to be
justified that I was like this without
doubt
it seemed that everything was justified even
be almost dead
until I try
we make of external reality what
it is our inner reality so dark
let’s be inside and that’s how dark it is
will convert everything
It seemed that the veronica had not
it was enough to see death so
close so many times it seemed to make me
missing more it seemed like I need
die
Until then my daughters
they represented my only inner strength
eye, they are my main source of
inspiration that is different
I do not know at what level of consciousness I
I found
but try it
in venezuela you can get everything
type of drugs within prisons
and all kinds of things
That night I took many pills
mixed with alcohol
I am not able to remember the amounts
The next thing I remember is seeing me
vomiting alone on a cot that does not
He appeared in a dying bed trying
that my voice would come out to ask for help
when I realized I had many
people around me telling me but
resist that these salts
and when I realized that I was still alive
I only had one sentence pierce my soul
I saved myself
That night I understood that neither for my daughters
or by anyone I survived that
night I understood that it would improve to that
verónica to which the voice veered
where I did not have to ask for help to that
veronica that I wanted to live while still
dam
and like somehow tonight
he was born again
I started doing it feeling very
little girl forced me to eat twice at
day I started reading reading amount
enriching I received all the advice
that they gave me like yoga meditation
I started doing physical exercise I started
to recover because I wanted to live
however, it was very difficult for me
I felt like an iron ball in my
feet that I weighed a lot
I could not understand how I was
beginning to feel good while being prey
I had like a conflict in my mind
I had to live that as prey and
dead or dam and alive
There was something that did not fit me
until I saw
we are the main saboteurs of
ourselves although we insist on
see the reasons for this in others
in this prison where I was there was no
mirrors nowhere according to me
so when people told me
you have lost a lot of weight your hair no longer
it’s the same
your skin looks gray to me all that
I totally did not have any place to see me
I only had a small mirror of
makeup that he used the days of
visits
One day I ask my custodians to tell me
they will give three more minutes of
Regulatory in the bathroom
how I felt that I had a privilege
Well, I decided to remind myself of my habits
feminine and when I’m going to place my
face cream I automatically search
where to look
and he told me
[Music]
what I saw was a sordid image
horrific I opened my eyes a lot for
understand who was that veronica that
I was in that mirror did not recognize me
as it was possible that I had come to
that state that was not the veronica of
that night of imminent death that
the voice came out to ask for help
I cried a lot after that meeting
with that mirror
whole weeks weeks maybe
but the tears began to dry
since I did not want to cry anymore in this life
and those who surrender and who follow me
I was tired of being exhausted
how to be dead
and then I started to recover
I really started to recover the illusion
I started making music listening
all hour all the time still today what
I make
Regain my sense of humor
It was I who encouraged my family to
keep going so do not try to follow
unlocking a situation that from the
one day we had to live
I started talking with my classmates
by that time they were not prisoners and
criminals for me
and if those people needed me a
I embrace a gesture a caress I was
there to give them makes me feel good to me
I set targets in the day and if the
I was celebrating I was feeling good
with myself I could even understand when
It was day and when it was night
start to recover the sleep habit
we must be able to see ourselves in our
own mirror again and again the times
that we need until we meet up
find that version of ourselves
where everything flows and nothing stops us
one year and eight months later than for me
they were like 10
where I missed a good part of the life of
my daughters
I receive my mother’s call
says daughter you are free today returns home
I could not understand how it was that I
I had disconnected from everything that
was out of me even the trial
when he hangs up that call with tears
in my eyes he whispered to me I am
free
I already know basement for me it did not represent a
jail
and I felt scared to get out of there and go back
to my house you know why because that house
and that environment that screams so much that
they had wronged unjustly
represented for me my true
bars my real wife
I went back to my house and I stayed in prison with
police custody 24 hours a year and
three more months
but there is no time was everything to me
I wanted to eat it
I started living my life
still being prey
I had to be prey to feel free
to live my own life without caring
the others I had to be prey for
feel free to put me first
own life to feel free to feel the
proud of having collapsed my own
mental bars feel free of
forgive every blow
every torture every threat and those that I
I made myself feel free of
to fall in love with myself just
From there I could understand why I was
to be prey
I was always free only
I was prey
I made a day so you do not loose that
mirror and you can tear down your own
mental bars freedom is your
greater value and is within you not
you rest until you find many
Thank you
[Applause]
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